47 Banquet
Before Xu Jiang finished speaking, he saw Xiang Hai taking his broken glasses and aiming at himself again, and he immediately shut up. Xiang Hai also put down the weapon in his hand, his eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
He stayed on the side and didn't speak, and after most of the day, he heard Xiang Hai muttering there: "Oh, it's so uncomfortable." I'll walk with me. β
Xu Jiang almost wanted to strangle him.
Xiang Hai pouted: "Look at your reluctant look." β
He took out his mobile phone and dialed Lin Yilan's number, and the phone rang and was connected. Lin Yilan's voice, conveyed through the mobile phone, seemed to be a little muffled, like a cold-like voice, he asked a little suspiciously: "Do you have a cold?" Or are you crying? β
There was silence for a while, and I heard a sound of water, followed by the sound of tearing and pulling, and then I heard Lin Yilan speak: "It's nothing, don't worry, I cut the onion and smoked it to my eyes." β
Xu Jiang interjected on the side: "Oh my God, what kind of fate is this?" No matter how long the distance is, the spicy eyes are closely linked to the relationship between you and me......" Before he finished speaking, he was chased away by a slipper.
Xiang Hai smiled and said, "Oh, it's a pity that I can't see you crying." Hey, Lin Yilan, do you miss me? β
Lin Yilan's side was quiet for a while, and then she heard her hum softly: "Everything is going well with you over there." β
A warm current pierced his feet and palms from behind, and finally came to the top of his head, like a warm quilt enveloping him, and he felt that his whole body was hot, and the indescribable feeling was really amazing. It's not clear, but it doesn't feel bad.
"Ah, since you think of me so much, then I must get things done as soon as possible, and then, stand in front of you innocently, okay?"
"Why are you standing in front of me innocently, could it be that you have done something that you can't tell me to know?"
Xiang Hai smiled: "Yes, I'm afraid that if you know everything by then, you won't believe me anymore." β
Lin Yilan also smiled: "That depends on my mood." β
The two half-truths and half-truths revealed their bottom lines and expectations to each other, and after hanging up the phone, both sides secretly exhaled. Time is running out, so we have to hurry.
"The answer you want has been checked, but we haven't found the contact information of those people for a long time. Even Xiao Xun had no clue, he blamed himself a little, and he ate one less lollipop. β
Xiang Hai opened the file handed over by Xu Jiang and looked through the pages one by one.
"It's okay, I'll do it. You go get busy. β
Xu Jiang saw that his expression was relaxed, so he left with confidence.
A day later. Chen Om waited in the cafΓ© for five or six hours to the sea before swaying into the cafΓ©. He was still wearing the crumpled clothes, but he didn't wear flip-flops, and he knew that he had changed into a pair of torn sneakers. But his clothes aren't a problem.
Chen Om pulled and pulled to take him to buy clothes. Resist the sea and die. Chen Om had no choice, so the two had to rush directly to the airport and fly to H City.
Half an hour later, the plane landed smoothly at the airfield in the city of H. The two got off the plane and got into a dark Mercedes Benz. The Mercedes drove up a distance, in a quiet and rich villa area. Stop it.
"Hey, I'll say okay first, I'll go in and say a few words to her and I'll go. Alas, don't drag me......"
Xiang Hai shouted and was caught by Chen Om into the banquet hall. Chen Om's identity should be quite high, as soon as he entered the banquet hall, someone came to guide him, and Xiang Hai took the opportunity to wave at him: "You hurry up and do your job, don't worry about me, as long as she comes, I can meet her."
Chen Om casually explained a few words to him, and followed that person.
In the lavish banquet hall, most of the people in suits and evening dresses are dominant, and men in elegant tuxedos sit at the piano and play "The Blue Danube". the crisp sound of staggering chips or the clashing of glasses; or the aroma of a fine dessert; Or the sound of a swirling red dress and crisp heels in the middle of the dance floor.
Xiang Hai walked in the glamorous banquet in crumpled clothes, as if he had a halo of his own, and everyone stared at him. He didn't care, his eyes fixed on the food in the cake section. Straight up there, cut a big cake and eat it in your hand. He smiled back at everyone who looked at him curiously, even if everyone rolled their eyes at him or looked at him strangely. He smiled happily.
By the time he had eaten a piece of cake, he had almost eaten. Someone behind him patted him on the shoulder, and he licked the cake and turned around, only to realize that he had been surrounded by several young people. It's too much to say that young people are young people, after all, the people around are young people in straight suits and look extraordinary.
He asked a little puzzled: "Even if my cake is delicious, you don't have to look around me, right?" β
The expressions on the faces of those people were a little strange, and they looked at each other. One of them said, "Dare to ask your name?" It seems that we didn't invite you to the banquet, right? β
Xiang Hai snorted the fork of the cake and rolled his eyes: "What are you doing?" I was personally invited by the host of your banquet, and my status is honorable! If you offend me, beware of me telling him to fuck you off immediately. β
His tone was quite gentle, but the content almost made this person angry.
The other person immediately couldn't bear it anymore: "Ouch, it's quite arrogant, is the cake delicious?" β
Xiang Hai nodded reluctantly: "It's okay." β
"It's so boring to just eat a cake, since you said that the host of the banquet personally invited you, let's go, go over there with my brothers for a few drinks. If you can drink one of us down, I'll call you brother." β
Xiang Hai looked at this man like a fool: "Oh, I look like a dog, if I were your brother, wouldn't that be scolding me?" β
"Hey, what are you talking about......
He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush over to theorize, but was stopped by another person. The man smiled and said, "Brother, which way?" I've never seen a few people as arrogant as you. β
"Cut," Xiang Hai threw an empty cake plate, picked up another, and ate a few bites of cake before he said unhappily, "See you now?" Children are really ignorant. β
The smile on this man's face could not be stopped, and several young people who were hindered by their identity almost burst out. At this time, a path was separated from the back of the crowd, and the faces of the people around him who were watching the excitement changed. The few people who were about to rush over to theorize also looked at each other and stopped their mouths, and when this person came to the front, they respectfully said, "Uncle Chen." β
The light in Xiang Hai's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned back with an inexplicable smile, and looked at a pair of sharp eyes. He chewed on the cake in his mouth and looked each other up and down. The suit is straight, and it is expensive at first glance. A pair of leather shoes that can be used as a mirror, and hair that is meticulously combed, a bit like a black football? It's just that those eyes make people feel extremely uncomfortable, as if they are peeking into the secrets of other people's hearts, giving people a strong sense of being invaded.
Xiang Hai frowned and glanced at him, then turned around and continued to eat the cake.
Chen Wei's dark eyes raised his eyebrows, and he looked up and down at the person who made a mess of the banquet hall. It's just that this person doesn't know if he is too thick-skinned, or he doesn't take the people present seriously at all, he just blindly eats the cake, and he enjoys watching the action.
He walked up to the young man in a few steps, and watched the young man eat cake as if no one was next to him, and his comfortable posture was somewhat inexplicably familiar. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hello, my name is Chen Wei." You have offended several of my guests, what are you going to do to compensate me for the loss of face? β
Xiang Hai swallowed the cake in his mouth in twos and twos, smiled at him, pointed at the cake in his hand with his slender fingers, and said, "Since I have refuted Mr. Chen's face, I naturally have a remedy." Can you borrow your cake? He saw a little cream rubbed on his fingers, smiled and licked it to his lips.
ββ¦β¦ Be my guest. β
Xiang Hai took the cake in his hand and circled in place, looked at several people, and smiled harmlessly at several people.
"Then the despicable man will be ugly."
The piano behind it has already played the third movement of Beethoven's "PathΓ©tique".
He followed the music and tugged at his body. Pushing aside the fruit next to him and removing a beige tablecloth, he picked up the long plastic knife that had been used to cut the cake and spread the white cream onto the tablecloth, and he listened to the exclamations around him, and a mocking smile curled into his lips. Use a plastic knife to pick up the pink cream on the side and cover it with the white cream, smear it randomly, and at the end, hook up the pure white tablecloth on the side to wipe the cream off the cake knife, and pick up the green cream and continue to spread.
The noise around him gradually quieted down, and by the time he put down the cake knife, he could already hear pins falling all around. He looked at his work on the table, frowned, as if he was not satisfied, picked up the red wine next to him, took a sip, and sprayed it on the cake, all the cream began to react with the red wine, and only then did the pattern on the table really appear.
An ancient man dressed in a wide robe sleeve, holding a pen and ink book in his hand. On the long brown table is a piece of beige rice paper, and on the tender green leaves of the rice paper is a large pale pink peony. The peony is shy and timidly half-open, and a butterfly hangs on the side, as if to identify the authenticity of this flower.
If you take a few steps back, the scene is completely different.
The people in the back saw a lantern pasted with a red screen, on which the ancients were embroidered with some kind of silk thread. The bright light of the candle flame came out through the screen window, and the people and flowers on the paper seemed to come to life, as if they could smell the fragrance of pen and ink and the fragrance of peonies.
As the last key of the piano stops, everything is quiet. But the crowd began to be noisy, and gradually it was full of people.
Xiang Hai turned his head and looked at Chen Wei triumphantly: "How is it?" My apology is okay, right? β